Title: While The Slayer's Away...The Mouse Will Play
Author: Kylia
Email: kylia_bug@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Nobody belongs to me, unfortunately. They belong to Joss & Mutant Enemy, and a few other people I don’t know.
Rating: R
Spoilers: None, really
Category: Willow/Spike
Summary: Willow & Spike spends some time together
Distribution: Fire & Ice, WitchFanFic, anyone else, ask, and you shall receive
Author's Notes: This is an answer to Lorna’s challenge:
Gravity boots, red scarf, purple shirt, leather whip or riding crop, annoying song, favorite M/F couple, Buffy's mom walking in on whatever is going on, chocolate ice cream. Rating doesn't matter in other words to smut or not to smut is fine.
Dedication: To Inell, we missed you. You’re birthday challenge is next.

“Tell me again why I agreed to this?” Willow glanced over to Buffy and tried to look irritated. It wasn’t working.

“Willow, it’s no big deal. We just have to stay for the weekend. That’s it. I’d think you’d be glad to get out of the dorm for a couple of days.” Buffy smiled to herself. She knew Willow was protesting more for the sake of it than because she was actually upset. It had even been her idea.

Giles was going out of town for the weekend, and Xander had plans with Anya, of the indoor variety. Therefore it was up to Buffy and Willow to house Spike for three days. Luckily Buffy’s mother was out of town for a week, so Willow had suggested taking him to the house instead of trying to keep him at the dorm.

Willow put the last of her clothes in her bag and groaned inwardly. <How did I get myself into this mess? > She asked herself. When she had made the suggestion she had figured that Buffy would be keeping an eye on him herself. She never thought that she would have to spend the weekend there as well. Willow didn’t think she could stand being near him for three whole days and not attack him like the animal he turned her into. She smiled slightly at the image that brought forth.

“What’s so funny, Wills?”

Willow blushed when she realized she had been caught thinking naughty thoughts. “Um, nothing. Lets go.” She grabbed her bag and headed out of the door before Buffy could ask her anymore questions.

Spike walked into the basement and wished he hadn’t. Xander and Anya were in various stages of undress, sprawled across the bed.

“Couldn’t you two have waited until I left at least?” He asked exasperated. Xander looked up, slightly embarrassed, while Anya didn’t seem phased in the slightest.

“We thought you had left.” Xander managed. Spike smirked.

“I had. But I forgot my gravity boots.” He bent down next to the chair to pick them up ignoring Xander’s confused expression.

“Gravity Boots?” Anya asked, a knowing look on her face. “I never would have guessed she was into that sort of thing.” She smiled slightly, and then turned her attention back to Xander before he could voice any of the questions running through his mind.

Spike chuckled and headed back out the way he had come in. He was supposed to meet the slayer and his witch at Buffy’s house. He only hoped that Buffy had plans with that commando boy so he could make the most out of this impromptu vacation.

Buffy walked silently along side Willow wondering how she was going to get out of Spike-sitting long enough to go out on her date. She really hoped Spike wouldn’t want to patrol tonight. It was bad enough she was going to have to spend the weekend in the same house with him, she didn’t want to have to spend the evening with him as well. She knew Willow would be fine with the vampire. He seemed to have a soft spot for the hacker, and she wasn’t sure, but she thought Willow had a small crush on him as well.

“Do you need me to patrol with you tonight?” Willow asked, bringing Buffy out of her thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, no. That’s okay. I, uh, will probably be out late… if that’s okay?” She asked uneasily. Willow smiled, realizing that she would be left alone with Spike, then a thought struck her. “Is Spike patrolling with you?” She asked, trying to sound uninterested.

“No. At least a hope not. I figure spending the weekend with him would be more than enough torture for one person to endure.”

Willow smiled again, “Yeah, torture.”

Buffy looked sternly at Spike. “You behave yourself.” She turned to Willow, “Are you sure you don’t mind? I could cancel.”

“No! Uh, I mean, no that’s okay.” Willow tried to cover up her near blunder. She saw Spike smirking over Buffy’s shoulder.

“Okay, if you’re sure. I’ll be back late.” She smiled and headed for the door.

Spike was across the room before the door had completely shut. He sat on the couch, pulling Willow with him. She tried to protest, but didn’t put too much effort into it.

“Spike. What if she comes back?” She asked as Spike pulled her into his lap. She turned her head to face him, and found his lips brushing hers. Lightly at first but soon, the kiss was filled with burning passion.

When Willow came up for air, she giggled. “You’re incorrigible.”

“That I am, pet.” He claimed her lips in another searing kiss.

They sat on the couch for countless minutes, devouring one another’s lips as if it was necessary for survival. So lost in their own little world were they, the couple failed to hear the door swing open. It wasn’t until in the intruder shrieked in surprise that Willow pulled away from Spike leapt off of his lap.

Willow spun around and looked at the person who had walked in on them.

Her eyes grew wide as her cheeks began to flush. “Mrs. Summers, I, uh… what are you doing here?” She stammered.

Joyce Summers looked from Willow to Spike and back again, and then she burst out laughing.

“Mrs. Summers?” Willow asked in concern. “Are you alright?”

Joyce nodded her head as she picked up the bag she had dropped on the floor when she had entered the house. Spike jumped up and took it out of her hands.

He stuck his head inside the bag and raised an eyebrow as he pulled out two bottles of red wine. “Wine tonight, is it?” He asked with a devilish grin.

“Yes, actually,” Joyce admitted as she followed him into the kitchen, with Willow close behind. “Would you like to join me?” She turned around to face the redhead. “Willow? Care for a little wine?”

Willow looked in concern at Spike over Joyce’s shoulder. He smiled reassuringly at her. “Sure, I’d… love to.” Willow finally nodded.

“Great!” Joyce seemed pleased.

She placed one bottle in the fridge, and began to pour two glasses of wine. Once that was done, she started rifling through one of the cabinets. Several seconds later she pulled out a bottle of whiskey and handed it to spike.

“I don’t suppose red wine is your poison?” Then she laughed again.

Spike raised his scarred eyebrow as he took the bottle. It was a familiar game. Although he hadn’t anticipated her arrival on this particular night, he also wasn’t entirely surprised to see her. It was her house, after all.

Joyce handed a glass or wine to Willow and walked out into the living room.

“She’s wasted!” Willow hissed at Spike when he had pulled her to him for a kiss. “Again.” She added for effect.

Spike grinned. “You noticed that?”

Willow hit him playfully on the chest. “What are we going to do about it?”

Spike looked at her, quirking an eyebrow. “Do? There are lots of things I planned to do tonight. Strangely, the Slayers mother didn’t figure into any of them.”

Willow tried to suppress the grin at his suggestive tone, but only ended up sticking her bottom lip out in a pout.

In response, he captured her lips, tasting the red wine she had just sipped from her glass.

“Hmm, tasty… but you can make anything taste good.” He whispered huskily against her lips, forgetting all about the drunken woman in the living room.

Willow set the glass on the counter and pushed him into the pantry, who’s door and been left open by a tipsy Joyce. She pushed him against one of the walls, pressing him into a shelf causing several boxes to fall down. S he didn’t even noticed, as her hungry lips devoured Spikes cool ones. She heard him groan and pressed her body into his. She could feel his erection through the denim of his pants as it pressed against her.

Using her fingers, she released the button on his pants, as she continued to plunder his mouth. When she came up for air, Spike spun them around so she was the one pushed into the wall as he removed her pants. When they slid down her legs, the blonde vampire discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties.

He looked questioning at her, and although she couldn’t see him in the dark, she replied anyway. “I didn’t think I’d need them.”

Spike chuckled. “You were right, luv.” His kissed her deeply as he positioned himself at her entrance.

Willow wrapped her legs around his waste as she felt him sink into her. She moaned as she slammed her heard against one of the cupboards. Spike bit her bottom lip, drawing blood. He savored the sweet taste as he thrust savagely into her. Willow scrapped her nails against the skin on his back, underneath his shirt, as she neared her climax.

Spike moved his lips from her mouth down to her throat. As he felt her blood pounding furiously beneath the skin, he felt his face shift. Willow’s own blunt teeth her biting playfully along the skin on his chest. As he felt her bite into one of his nipples, the pain and pleasure became too much, and Spike sunk his fangs into his lover’s throat, once more tasting the sweet nectar that was uniquely her.

They came simultaneously with a scream, forgetting they were not alone in the house. The couple slid to the ground, exhausted. After several quiet minutes, Willow tried to lift her head from Spike’s chest, where she could feel the vibrations resulting from his low purr.

“You bit me.” Spike noted looking down. There was a small bite bark surrounding one nipple where she had broke the skin.

Willow looked at the healing wound and smiled. “So I did.”

She relaxed into his embrace and stayed there for another ten minutes, until she realized it wasn’t all that comfortable. She tried to shift around, but discovered that it wasn’t as easy as one might think.

Spike stood bringing her with him. He placed her gingerly on her feet while he attempted to untangle his legs and dress himself. Willow picked up her pants which had somehow been ripped in half during their passion filled coupling. She led them up for him to see.

“That’s three pairs of pants you owe me.”

He smirked. “And let’s not forget about that riding crop you broke last week.”

Willow shook a finger at him. “That’s not entirely my fault. If you had warned me…” She trailed off.

Spike laughed. “Luv, you were blindfolded… what’s the fun in giving you a warning?”

Willow grinned. “Fair enough.” She opened the door and peeked out, hoping that Joyce wasn’t in the kitchen, or worse, that Buffy hadn’t come back early.

When she realized the coast was clear, she stepped out, only partially aware she was half-naked. Spike stepped in front of her and went into the living room to grab his duster. When he returned, he wrapped it around her securely, and guided her into the spare bedroom.

Once they were back in the bedroom, Willow stripped off the rest of her clothes and slid into the bed.

“Joyce?” She asked quietly as Spike removed his own clothes.

“Passed out.” He told her as he slid in between the sheets. He brought her warm body flush with his cooler one.

As Willow lay her head down on his chest, she spoke quietly. “You think she’ ll tell Buffy about us?”

Spike stroked her hair lovingly. “Why? She hasn’t said anything about any other times.”

Willow nodded sleepily. “Goodnight.” She whispered as she drifted off.

“ ‘Night, Red. I love you.” He said the words as he did so many times in the past, knowing just as every time previous, she hadn’t heard him.

Spike only idly wondered what Buffy would think if she were to come home and find her best friend curled up with a killer while her mother was passed out on the living room floor.

He supposed it didn’t matter. Buffy never returned from her dated before noon the following day. She never found Willow in Spike’s arms, and she certainly never knew that Joyce allowed them to use her spare bedroom for things that she wouldn’t want to know about.

Soon, he joined Willow in sleep, content.


The end


There *may* be a sequel.